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Lin Xun has a habit.
No serious people called him, and the filtering system was not good in the past. When there was a call, he would either sell the house, sell insurance, or defraud. The recording was the most perfunctory, and he was too lazy to answer. The real person's call was a little sincere, and he could listen to it for a while.
Just listen, don't talk, don't hang up, talk a lot on the other side, and finally say a lonely one.
This behavior gradually deepened over time, and until now, as long as the other side doesn't take the initiative to speak, he just pretends to be dead and doesn't make a sound.
Now, the other side doesn't speak, just gasps, he doesn't speak, he listens intently.
So, in the silent room, only the sound of rapid breathing sounded.
It's not the thick voice of an adult or an old man, but a rush and a crisp.
He thought, like a child.
It's not a scam call, it's a child's prank? However, if you randomly dial a phone number that happens to be in Chaoyang District, the probability is too small.
Lin Xun just stalemate with the opposite.
Breathing ceased.
Things are not simple.
Lin Xun began to think about who he had given his phone number to. Thinking like this, he really thought of someone.
He pondered for a while, hung up the phone, and then took the initiative to call back.
One second, two seconds, seven seconds later, the call was picked up.
"...Hello?" A slightly hesitant, old and withered female voice entered Lin Xun's ears.
Combining the previous guesses, Lin Xun immediately confirmed that this was the old lady whose grandson had an accident two days ago. He left his phone number before leaving.
"Hello." Lin Xun said, "I am Master Huo's apprentice."
"Master?" There was some doubt in the old lady's voice: "Master, are you looking for me?"
"You made the call just now." Lin Xun said, at the same time, the faint breathing sound came from the receiver again.
"No," the old lady said in a trembling voice, "It should be the child who touched him in his sleep, arguing with the master, disturbing you..."
Lin Xun frowned slightly.
He said to the old lady, "That might be the encounter."
Said, he continued: "Is the child okay? Is he next to him?"
This time, the old lady hesitated again, and then hesitantly said, "The baby... it's still not good."
She spoke a little slowly, with the embarrassment of asking for help.
She said, "Can the master come again? My baby can't talk anymore, and I can't sleep well. I always have nightmares, and I can't wake up."
Lin Xun pressed his eyebrows.
The monsters haven't been cleaned up yet
He said, "It's still the same as a few days ago?"
"It's not the same," the old lady said. "It's just boring, like losing my soul. I shouted a lot downstairs today, but I didn't call my soul back."
"The evil things have been cleaned up," Lin Xun said. "It may be a psychological problem. Take him to see a doctor."
"Ah...?" the old lady said, "how do you see this? Can Master Huo see it?"
"Isn't there a children's hospital next to your house, you..." Lin Xun just wanted to teach the old lady how to register to see a doctor, but then she thought that the old lady's social experience was almost zero, and she became superstitious to a certain extent, and finally changed her words: " I'll go there tomorrow morning."
The old lady was very grateful over the phone.
"By the way," he said, "you saved my number that day?"
He clearly remembered that when he left the community that day, he left a number for the old lady with a pen and paper, and asked her to find him if she had something to do. It was pen and paper, not the number that was directly deposited with her.
"This..." The old lady seemed to be thinking, "I didn't save."
She only heard her whisper: "I shouldn't have saved it, so I'll dial it to you."
The old lady found the blind spot and began to be suspicious, and finally suspected that the little grandson took the mobile phone to save it, but there was no conclusive evidence.
"It's fine, just save it." Lin Xun said, "Go to sleep first, I'll go there tomorrow morning."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Xun looked at the call interface.
Thinking of the late-night alarm call that Officer Cao received inexplicably, he had reason to suspect that there was something else strange about it.
He turned his head to look at the deep night outside the window, entered the system space again, fiddled with some small programs and functions, and finally closed his eyes, ready to sleep.
Thinking back on the past few days before going to bed, he felt a kind of trance like a dream.
Ten days ago, his life was still lackluster. Every day, he programmed and wrote algorithms, and received rejection calls from investors. But at a certain point in time, life began to become colorful.
He thought about it with his poor language ability, and felt that he could describe it like this: Originally, his life could be summed up in words like "after a day's work" and "after a night of sleep", but now, from morning to night, it happens. Everything seems to have its own meaning. If it is written, the ups and downs of these ten days are estimated to be able to write 200,000 words - although it is foreseeable that there is no nutrition.
Of course, the most unexpected opinion is Dongjun.
Thinking of this, he hugged the pillow and fluttered back and forth on the bed countless times.
So until he was about to fall asleep, Lin Xun still saw the quiet and gentle silhouette of Dongjun in the car in front of his eyes. Thinking of that scene, a soft touch spread in his heart.
Dongjun is probably waiting for a good night kiss, he thought.
Not tonight, if there is a chance in the future, maybe you can... try it.
In the intermittent thoughts, he fell asleep completely, and opened his eyes at an unknown time.
room, dark room.
It seems that it is late at night, and there are thousands of lights outside the window, so that there is still a trace of visibility in the room that is not turned on.
In the darkness, a red light glowed, shimmering, and seemed to move slowly.
Lin Xun approached and saw a slender cigarette that was burning.
Two slender fingers clamped it, the owner of the fingers did not put the cigarette into his mouth, just watched it burn quietly.
The ashes fell lightly, with a hint of fire, and then went out in the middle. The gray smoky smoke evaporated in front of Lin Xun's eyes. He stretched out his hand to take the cigarette and pressed it out.
The man moved by him.
Long hair scattered, a silent silhouette, a man and a beauty. There is a slightly raised arc at the end of his eyebrows, and his slightly closed eyelashes conceal most of his emotions. In the night, the face had an indescribable, dangerous charm, and there was a faint scent of secret and debauchery in the air, like a rose petal just beginning to rot.
The wife fan group once discussed her husband's long hair.
First of all, there are not many men with long hair and good-looking in the world, but when they are good-looking, they are very good-looking.
The long hair is also in line with his temperament, secret, cold and elegant.
At this time, the proprietress said, in fact, I think my husband's temperament is a bit dangerous, and his facial features are very aggressive, especially when he doesn't wear glasses. Think about it, if on a street at midnight, the light is very dim, and he passes you by, his eyes are looking at you very seriously, his face is expressionless—
Pickled Cabbage Fish replied: I will think he is an elegant lunatic, he wants to kill me, husband, kill me
Mistress of the Galaxy: Husband, kill me
Lin Xun silently peeked at the screen at that time, only feeling that he couldn't keep up with the strange circuit of the little girls.
But now, looking at the outline of the dark Dongdong-jun, he strangely matched their brainwaves at that time.
In such a dim room, when Dongjun looked at you with a blank face, he felt danger from intuition to reason at this moment.
The body in the dream is not under the control of his consciousness.
He watched as he put the extinguished cigarette aside, and then Dongjun grabbed his wrist.
The temperature of the hand is cold, and the grip is very tight.
Lin Xun whispered, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
Dong Jun didn't answer, grabbed his wrist and pulled down. This person's original posture was sitting on the bed, but when Lin Xun leaned down slightly following his strength, the next moment he was hugged by his waist, and then suppressed.
He was pressed heavily on the bed, his wrists still tightly bound.
The bed under him was soft, and it didn't hurt, and he didn't resist, just like he was used to it.
A strand of hair brushed the side of his neck, and the sound of breathing sounded in his ears, slightly irregular, with a half-spit and half-spit, with a trace of entangled floating, like the fluttering of feathers.
"I received an invitation letter from IMU," Lin Xun heard his voice a little low, and said, "But it seems that it conflicts with your time."
His earlobe was bitten, the strength on his waist was heavy, and the dangerous and ambiguous atmosphere spread.
He heard a cold and clear voice, and an unquestionable tone: "No."
The ending was slightly hoarse, not negotiating or compromising, like an order. It's just as natural as the monarchs who are high above the territory.
The earlobe was released, and it went down, half with intermittent kisses, and half with teeth licking heavily.
Lin Xun took a few breaths, and stopped, he saw the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and in the dark night, a full moon looked like an eye.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
It was early in the morning again, and in the hawthorn tree outside the window, two birds were chirping.
He closed his eyes again, as if in prostration, took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes again, and picked up the phone beside him.
In the memo, there is a folder called "Dream" alongside "Doubt".
He opened it, created a new file, typed a few words, and deleted it.
It's not that I forgot, it's that I really don't know how to write it up.
Finally, he wrote this sentence.
I may have been single for too long.
Written, he threw away the phone out of sight and out of mind and went out to wash.
Zhao Jiji woke up earlier than him today, and was already lying on the sofa drinking milk leisurely.
Lin Xun said coolly, "Your alarm clock is set wrong?"
"How could I be wrong," Zhao Jiji said, "It's all you, I care about you with all my heart, I can't even play the game with my heart, it's just a sleepless night."
Lin Xun stared at his non-existent dark circles: "I can guess using the keyboard that you played games to trick your teammates and were sprayed offline, so I went to bed very early."
Zhao Zhexue seems to have been hit in the sore spot: "The network is not good."
Lin Xun: "5G is available."
Zhao Jiji made a displeased tone and changed the topic: "Are you going on a date today?"
"No," Lin Xun said, "I don't know either. I'll go out and save the world today."
"Busy, algorithm." Architecture said: "What realm?"
Lin Xun: "Don't talk about it, I didn't find the inspiration to upgrade. But a sword cultivator taught me a trick."
Zhao Zhuji: "Then you should watch the class again."
Lin Xun: "I'll see when I come back."
He looked at the door that Wang An'an had closed: "Isn't it safe yet?"
"Hmm." Architecture said: "He was looking at a bunch of code last night and said you were going to mess with him."
Lin Xun: "I believe him."
"I guess your Dongjun couldn't sleep well last night," Zhao Jiji said. "He probably has watched our ancestral code and was picky."
Lin Xun: "I was ashamed of our code in advance when I pulled him into the group."
"With your man's paranoia and obsessive-compulsive disorder," Zhao Jiji said, "he might have to refactor everything before starting to write code."
Lin Xun: "Then we can be ready to witness the miracle."
Algorithms are blueprints, and writing code is like building a house against the drawing. If so, the result of their previous work was a barely visible complex. Replaced by Dongjun, with the same design drawings, he can build the most sturdy and beautiful multi-functional large-scale building with the least amount of materials.
In the continuous gag, Lin Xun packed himself up, glanced at the time, and went out.
Today, the favorability of Officer Cao's side will probably increase again.